Addiction

Procrastination is what I do well.
Nothing is done until the last minute,
Sitting for hours is strictly pure hell.
Hopefully I�ll make it to the next cut.
Detectives, humor, and mating bullfrogs,
Dinner at Perkins and psychic hot-lines,
Sport games and novels, write notes to my dogs,
Anything but study, wasting my time.
Before I sit to study my letters,
Make lists �To Do� and tidy my room.
I go so far as learn to knit sweaters,
Putting me closer to scholarly doom.
My family all says, I am the best Queen
Of procrastination this world�s ever seen.

Cold Room

It�s so nice outside, I�m stuck inside.
Twenty more minutes and class will be done.

It looks so warm outside, I�m stuck inside.
Constantly yawning, wiping away tears.

I wish I was outside, I�m stuck inside.
Goose-bumps on my skin, shaking to keep warm.

I�m going outside, forget being inside.
Twenty minutes is up, Class is over --

Man of My Dreams

The wind, the moon and the great stars above,
All remind me of the one man I love.
The rain -- his kisses, the wind a caress,
He�s hiding in shadows I cannot grasp.
He�s here after sunset, gone before rise,
Migrates with shadows, a man of the night.
I wait for evening to be in his arms.
Wonder when he will stay well after dawn.